Memory. A word, a function of the brain, and a feeling.
A documented story, false or true,
I begin this poem with my memory of You.
The present you is merely a stranger to me,
A falsely created version of you waiting to be free.
I’m haunted by a shadow representing You from the past,
One I was holding on to, begging it to last.
As time passes by, I begin to comprehend
That our bond and understanding have come to an end.
I hold on tight to someone who no longer exists,
To keep this stranger in my life, my brain insists.
I long for nothing more than a memory.
A memory of who someone used to be.
How long does it pass before we recognize the strangers in our lives?
A memory is all I will have of You,
Someone, once, I possibly knew.
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10 responses to ““Memory””
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Another beautifully written poem. Watching people change in unexpected or bad ways can be tough, especially when the only thing that remains is a memory of who they once were.
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Thank you! 💙. •🦋~🩵
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Literally amazed by your poetry
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Thanks for the feedback! I am glad 😊
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So much memories, yet each and every one of them leaves a significant impact on our lives. Love your poems, you truly are talented 🩷
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Thank you for your kind words ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✧˚.💚⋆
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Beautiful <3
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Thank you 🖤⃝🤍
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feels like a cozy afternoon with rays of sunshine, its very comforting <3
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That is such a lovely, vivid description 💛
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